Another Door
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But then the touch was gone. Mia wanted to sob with his withdrawal. And yet she could make no sound whatsoever.
“You are being very good.” His praise warmed her. “But you will need to be strong for a while more.”
She held her breath as she waited for the next torment. It came swiftly. His hands again. He stood behind her. She felt his overwhelming heat, his powerful presence behind her. God, it would be so easy for him to simply press his cock deep within her and rut with her until she screamed.
He didn’t. Instead he cupped her hips, his hands branding her. At a maddeningly leisurely pace, he stroked his fingers down, lower and lower, until he had reached her thighs. Exerting gentle pressure, he spread her legs, opening her, exposing her sex completely.
Mia held her breath, waiting, wanting, knowing that moisture glistened in the dying firelight, feeling it trickle against her inner thigh. If he didn’t satisfy her soon, she wondered if she would collapse from the anticipation.
To her surprise, he dropped to his knees behind her. And then he blew a gust of hot air against her exposed slit.
Mia forgot his order to remain silent. A moan burst free from her lips and she clenched her fingers so tightly against the footboard that she was surprised she didn’t shatter the wood entirely.
Instantly, Aidan pulled back. The heat of his touch was gone, leaving her empty and aching.
“No more warnings,” he growled. But she heard the urgency in his voice, the need that he was holding back. This might be an exercise in torture for her, but it was just as difficult for him.
She held her breath, silent as his mouth returned to the heat of her pussy. He blew hot breaths against her clit, toying with her, and then he licked. One hot motion that stroked her entire opening and buckled her knees.
He caught her somehow, supporting her weight as he dove headlong into his work. His mouth stroked over her, his tongue burrowed deep within her, his fingers and teeth played with her swollen clit. Mia swallowed back every moan, simply arching her back and digging at the wooden footboard.
But the pressure, the pleasure, was building. Burning almost out of control. She felt the release coming, she felt it in every hot and wet part of her. It was rolling up like an out of control phaeton, and she feared she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from coming.
He must have sensed the impending explosion, for he pulled away just as the first tremors began. Mia’s eyes flew open, not that she could see. Even if she could, she was certain her eyes would be blurred with the pleasure and the frustration.
Aidan was on his feet now, and the heat of his body hit her own like an inferno. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet opening, gliding her juices back and forth against her skin until she couldn’t help but lift and thrust her hips back in a silent order to be taken.
Finally, he heeded that order. In one swift thrust he slid inside. She was so wet that he met no resistance, even though it had been so long since a man had been buried deep inside her.
“Good God, you’re so tight,” he cried out as his balls touched her sensitive outer flesh. “But wait, wait for me…”
She nodded, still silent. Even if she was allowed to say a word, she wouldn’t have been able to. Just the feel of this man, stretching her, filling her, was too much. Every nerve ending in her body was at attention. And every time he moved, even just to take a panting breath, she moved closer to orgasm. Closer to heaven.
He pulled back, almost withdrawing entirely, and then thrust forward. They were slow, easy movements, but she felt the entire length of him. It was delicious torture, it was supreme bliss. Every stroke rubbed her perfectly, like he knew her body better than anyone ever had.
His strokes grew harder, faster…and his breath increased with each one. She felt him moving to the edge of reason, to the limit of utter control he had exhibited all night. Knowing that her body had done that to him drove her even closer to release.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked, pressing hot kisses against her neck.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Please!”
His hand came around her waist and he spread her wet lips open. Instantly, he found the wet, swollen nub of her clit and began to work at her with his fingers. Mia arched back, thrusting her hips, drawing his cock in and tightening as he withdrew. Pushing toward the ultimate end of this unexpected, utterly powerful encounter.
“Come for me!” he demanded as he stroked her clit with one last perfect touch.
The order was the final permission she needed. In an explosion so powerful that she would have gone to her knees if not for the binds at her wrists and the man supporting her, Mia came. The orgasm rocked her, sent tremors through her entire body. She heard her screams echoing in the air, her hips thrust wildly. She milked his cock with her release and pushed him over the edge.
He dug his fingers into her skin, bit her shoulder gently and then howled out a sound of pleasure and pumped hot and hard into her body.
They remained like that for a long moment. He behind her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her up.
Mia’s breathing slowly returned to normal, and the remaining tremors of pleasure ceased to wrack her body. But she was left with a light, weightless feeling brought on by the surrender, the pleasure.
Finally, he stood up. Still supporting her body with one hand, he made swift work of the tie on her right wrist. Mia leaned her weight more fully on the footboard as he set her free from the other tie. Then, with more gentleness than she would have ever guessed he possessed after his dominance, he helped ease her to her feet, holding her steady when she staggered.
“Lovely,” he breathed as he pressed a kiss against the inside of one wrist.
Mia sighed as she slipped her arms around his naked waist. She tilted her face up even though she couldn’t see him through the blindfold. She expected him to kiss her, but instead he slipped his fingers beneath the edge of the scarf and pulled it away.
She smiled up at him now that dim light flowed over their faces. Good Lord, he really was handsome…and…and horrified.
She gasped. In the heat of the moment, she’d all but forgotten that he wasn’t aware of her true identity. Now he stood staring at her, his face reflecting so many emotions she could scarce name them all.
“M-Mia? Er, Lady Walworth?” he stammered. “What…?”
She swallowed hard. “I—I’m sorry. When you grabbed me, I tried to tell you.” She fisted a hand against his chest and felt the wild beating of his heart. “But it felt so good. You felt so good.”
His eyes narrowed, but the darker emotions that had flooded his face were gone. Replaced by a flicker of renewed desire.
“I never would have guessed, my pretty little widow, that you had such deception—” He leaned in and pressed a firm, hot kiss to her upturned mouth. “—and such fire in you. But you were…delicious. I may have to pull you into a private room again.”
Mia leaned up and stroked her lips back and forth against his. For the first time since she came out of mourning, she wasn’t confused. She wasn’t lost.
“My dear Mr. Maitland,” she whispered as she slipped from his arms. “What makes you think I won’t be pulling you aside?”
About the Author
Jess Michaels flips through every romance she buys in search of “the good stuff,“ so it makes perfect sense that she writes erotic romances where she gets to turn up the heat on that good stuff and let it boil. She loves alpha males, long-haired cats (and short-haired ones), the last breath right before a passionate kiss, and the color purple (not the movie…though that’s excellent, too—she loves the actual color). She firmly believes that Cadbury Cream Eggs should be available all year round and not count against any diet.
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be const
rued as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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